Complete in Him
It was late in the afternoon and I was sitting on my bed. A few inches from me sat my Bible, but opening it was the last thing I wanted to do. I was 15 years old, and as I had often done throughout my teen years, I was bemoaning the fact that I was fatherless. At that point in my life, I was having trouble keeping my grades up and I was extremely shy, so making friends had been difficult. I would think, “if only my Dad was still alive, things would have been different for me.